Do you see it? No?
Not anymore. “Tomato? Mmmm…I like tomatoes. I’m chewing. All gone.”
This little plant hitched a ride a long way. From kitchen to compost. Compost to garden bed. Garden bed to front bed in the soil surrounding a (still unhappy) rosemary plant. It grew. And grew. Dodging lawnmower blades and only getting misty watering twice a week, it grew.
Perhaps next year I’ll plant an intentional tomato there.
My tomatoes were filled with weedes this summer, I could not see mine for they were so weedy:-) I thought they tasted horrible this year the ones that survived. OH well, there is alwyas next year:-)
It wasn’t a good tomato year here either. I lost all of the sizeable ones to squirrels who bypassed the bird netting…
we have a friend that grows in Iowa and Illinois and he said they tasted better in IOwa this year-go figure? Mine were awful!
Volunteers never fail me. It’s why I refuse to box and/or cage in my garden. I just build the compost pile where the plants are already growing!
Grape, cherry, and Romas are the mater variety that grow best for me (I don’t water or ‘tend’) and come back every year. I threw in the towel for hybrid slicers back in 2011 — all they do is attract insects and squirrels and require babying.
I’m still fighting that fight for some heirloom slicing ones. This year I won up until the squirrels outsmarted my bird netting. So next year it’s strawberry containers.